Somewhere high in the desert near a curtain of blueSt. Anne's skirts are billowingBut down here in the city of limelightsThe fans of Santa Ana are witheringAnd you can't deny the living is easyIf you never look behind the sceneryIts show time for dry climesAnd Bedlam is dreaming of rain

When the hills of Los Angeles are burningPalm trees are candles in the murder windSo many lives are on the breezeEven the stars are ill at easeAnd Los Angeles is burning

This is not a test of the emergency broadcast systemWhen Malibu fires and radio towersConspire to dance againAnd I cannot believe the Media MeccaThey're only trying to peddle RealityCatch it on Prime timeStory at nineThe whole world is going insane

When the hills of Los Angeles are burningPalm trees are candles in the murder windSo many lives are on the breezeEven the stars are ill at easeAnd Los Angeles is Burning

A placard reads "the end of days"Jacaranda boughs are bending in the hazeMore a question than a curseHow could hell be any worseThe flames are stunningThe cameras runningSo take warning!Tomado de AlbumCancionYLetra.comWhen the hills of Los Angeles are burningPalm trees are candles in the murder windSo many lives are on the breezeEven the stars are ill at easeAnd Los Angeles is burning